Darkness enveloped the night, with a misty rain scattering across the mountain path. In her side courtyard, Li Jingtian's lamp was still lit, as she bent over her desk penning down notes. The fabric stacked by her hand recorded the information she had gathered from the village elders during the day. She paused briefly, calculating the time.
"According to the elders of the Chen Family, when Taiye was thirty, my great-grandfather left home, and it was twenty-eight years later when he returned, only to find that Taiye had already passed away... If we count it this way, my great-grandfather, in just twenty-eight years, went from being an ordinary person to achieving Foundation Establishment... Indeed, an extraordinary talent. Even my Uncle Ji took thirty years within the sect—my great-grandfather, being a Loose Cultivator, had managed to progress so quickly."
Li Jingtian took note of the times on paper, her brows furrowed as she felt something was amiss, muttering to herself:
